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 Good girls, bad boys 4: Bottomless By Don Gordon

   The story so far: Chiaki Shiraishi had it all.  She was smart,
good-looking, athletic and popular.  Unfortunately, in her time at P.  K.
Gakuen High School, she had incurred the wrath of Kazuhiko Nakayama, the
boy who sat behind her.  He talked fellow Aoi Kuroike into surreptitiously
shooting a video of Chiaki showering nude.  Kazuhiko proceeded to blackmail
Chiaki getting her to change into a very short mini-skirt, remove her
panties and then finally flash her ass right in the middle of Mr.  Tazaki's
class.  Tazaki made no move to rescue her, and once he left, Kazuhiko
offered to give back her panties if she removed her bra, and gave it to him
before the bell for the next class rang.  Two boys lifted her up onto her
own desk, and the whole class gathered round to watch.

   "OK, OK.  I'll take off my bra." Chiaki was at the point where she would
do anything to escape from another second of this humiliation.  Gritting
her teeth, she lifted her hands from her hopelessly short skirt, and
started undoing the buttons on her blouse.  The hem of her skirt sprang
back up, hanging right at the bottom edge of her pubic hair.  Somewhere
within the shadows of the skirt, they could just make out the outline of
her pussy or rear.  They all went quiet, and focussed in poor Chiaki's
crotch, the very place she didn't want them to look.

   'I've got to hurry, and take off my bra.' She continued to undo the
buttons of her blouse, unable to cover her privates as she stood there on
her desk.  It wasn't so easy though to get her bra off while still wearing
her blouse.  Leaving the top two buttons of her blouse done up, she reached
around, and unhooked her bra.  It popped forward drooping down.

   "Chiaki, I just saw your nipples."

   "From below, your tits look huge."

   "Same goes for your ass, but I must say you've got one hot body there."

   "What's the big deal though?  You just showed us your pussy.  Don't be
such a tease."

   Chiaki's cheeks had gone bright red as she held her bra against her
chest.  Kazuhiko hit on another idea.

   "Chiaki, what kind of way is that to strip?  Where's your pride, student
council president?  Take off your blouse first."

   Chiaki hesitated.

   "That is if you want your panties back," he added.

   "OK, OK." She reached around, and did her bra back up, and then undid
the last two buttons on her blouse.  Her tits, still half cupped in her
frilly white bra, slid into view.  Both the guys and girls in the class
couldn't help admiring the wonderful shape of her breasts.  She whimpered
softly still hiding her breasts behind her hands.

   "Oh, c'mon.  We can see your pussy for Christ's sake.  Cut the coy
routine already!"

   "Chiaki, you've got one more minute," Kazuhiko announced.  "If you don't
take off you bra before the bell rings, no panties, you hear?"

   "Alright, alright!" She pulled off her blouse, and tossed it aside. 
Then she reached around, and undid her bra again.  But if she took off her
bra, she'd be left with just this one tiny mini-skirt to cover her.  As she
realized that she'd be practically nude in front of her whole class, her
blush spread out right to her earlobes.  The class went quiet.  As Chiaki
reached around behind her, her breasts stuck out even more, emphasizing
their size.  She did her best to put up with the embarrassment of leaving
her pussy unguarded, but the blush on her cheeks just made her look even
sexier.

   Chiaki made up her mind.  Just as she unhooked her bra, the bell started
ringing signalling the beginning of their next class.  'Oh, god!  Not now
with me dressed like this!  What am I going to do now?' She started to
panic.  But she knew if she didn't take off her bra, she probably wouldn't
even be able to get her blouse back.  She clenched her teeth, and pulled
off her bra just as the bell stopped ringing.  She did her best to cover up
her breasts but for a split second, the class caught a glimpse of her
wonderful white orbs.

   "Wow!" the whole class cried out.  As quickly as she could, Chiaki
stepped down onto her chair, and then the floor.

   "Please, hurry, and give me back my blouse and panties." Chiaki looked
deep into Kazuhiko's eyes pleading with him to show her some mercy.  Class
had already started.  The teacher could come in at any second, and here she
was standing here almost nude clutching her naked breasts.  She could
hardly believe this was all happening.  Kazuhiko took his sweet time
answering.

   "Don't worry.  Mr.  Ito always comes in five minutes into the class, now
doesn't he?  And this is a pretty tough call here.  Don't you think the
bell stopped ringing before you'd got your bra off?"

   It was true their world history teacher Ito almost always came in five
minutes after the bell.  But Chiaki was scared witless that this might be
one of the days he came in earlier.

   "Oh, don't say that!  Please!  Kazuhiko!"

   "Well now, you should have been nicer to us all sooner.  Well anyway, I
guess you can put on this." He threw her a blouse.

   "Thank you!  Thank you!" Chiaki was about to ask for her panties too,
but anyway, if she didn't put her top back on, she'd have to sit in class
topless.  She turned her back to the class, and quickly ran her arms
through the sleeves.  But when she went to do up the buttons, she suddenly
realized Kazuhiko's horrible trick.  This wasn't her blouse.  It was at
least two sizes smaller than the one she usually wore.  She somehow managed
to pull it tight enough to do up the buttons, but it was now pretty obvious
that she didn't have a bra on underneath.

   "Oh, how could you...?  Give me mine back." Chiaki glared at Kazuhiko.

   "You were the one who didn't do as I asked.  I told you that you had to
take off your bra before the bell rang.  Anyway, if you don't want that
blouse, give it back," Kazuhiko shouted grabbing the blouse.

   "No, no.  I'm sorry.  OK, I'll take it."

   Anyway, there was no time to argue.  It was already three minutes into
class.  She resigned herself to wearing this blouse.  It seemed like she
had no other choice.  Just as she got the blouse done up, and tied on the
scarf, Ito came into the class.  She breathed a sigh of relief at having
escaped another close call.  But once she started thinking about it, she
realized her situation was now even worse than in the last class.  She
still had no panties on, but she'd lost her bra too, and her blouse was so
tight you could clearly make out the shape of her breasts.  If you looked
closely, you could even see where her nipples were.  She was dressed so
indecently all she could do was stare down at her desk, and try to endure
the embarrassment.

   Fortunately though, Ito was one of the meekest teachers in the school.
They had often joked about how he seemed to be lecturing to the blackboard
all the time, textbook in hand.  Anyway, she probably wouldn't have to
worry about him noticing her outfit.  The boys in the class though were
ogling her more than ever, admiring her breasts, or still trying to peek up
her skirt.  'Oh, why won't they leave me alone?'

   About twenty minutes into class, another message came floating over her
shoulder from behind.  It was from Kazuhiko.  She glanced back at him, but
it looked like he was concentrating on taking notes.  Chiaki braced
herself, and slowly opened the slip of paper.

   'I'm willing to give you back your panties on the condition that you
take off your skirt first, and pass it back to me.  I'll give your skirt
back once you've got your panties back on.  But you have to do all this
before the end of class.'

   'What?  He wants me to take my skirt off here in class.  There's just no
way.  I'd have to sit here half naked.  There's no way I could do such a
thing in the middle of a class.' Chiaki covered her mouth in shock.  This
was by far the harshest demand yet.  But the way things had been going so
far, she knew there was no way to resist.  If she refused, he would just
come up with something even worse.

   'If you don't want to, that'd be OK too.  I'll just stick your panties
back up on the bulletin board along with some of the vidcaps I was showing
you earlier.  There's one real nice close up of your pussy.  I'm sure all
the guys would love to see that.'

   'I'd rather die,' she thought.  'Anyway, I've got to do something.' But
Chiaki didn't seem to have much choice.  It looked like she was going to
have to take off her skirt, even though she was pantiless underneath, right
there in class in front of all her classmates.  The only thing she had
control over was when.  With only twenty minutes left in class, she'd have
to take off her skirt, pass it to Kazuhiko, get him to give her back her
panties, put them on and then get her skirt back too.  Knowing Kazuhiko, he
probably wouldn't just give her the panties either, so there wasn't much
time.

   She looked around the class.  A lot of the boys were grinning over at
her.  They'd seen Kazuhiko pass her that last message, and were all looking
forward to seeing what he'd come up with next.  Mr.  Ito was still mumbling
and writing facing the board.  He was so caught up in his lecture it was
almost like he'd forgotten the students were there.  Probably if Chiaki
took off her skirt, he wouldn't realize.  'Thank goodness, Kazuhiko chose
Ito's class.  I'd better hurry though.'

   The boys all perked up as she reached down, and took hold of the hook at
the side of her skirt.  The in-class strip show was about to start. 
'Please, don't look!' She closed her eyes, pulled open the hook, and
unzipped the zipper.  The whole room had gone completely quiet.  Right in
the middle of 2nd period, the beautiful girl and top student, Chiaki
Shiraishi, was about to strip off her skirt leaving her nether regions
exposed to the whole class.  The situation was so erotic it was scary. 
Even the girls were watching, filled with excited curiosity as Chiaki
prepared to bare her body.  Once she'd got the zipper down, they could see
the white skin of her hips peeking out.

   'No!  No!' she sobbed in silent despair.  She quickly pulled the two
sides of the seam back together, but then realized there was no point. 
Soon she'd have to show them a lot more than just her hip.  'Do I really
have to go through with this?' She looked around, but everyone was just
looking at her with bated breath.  The boys were half drooling and the
girls had this look of disgust and prurient curiosity.  It was obvious that
if she didn't go through with this, she'd really be asking for trouble.

   Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder.  It was Kazuhiko just grinning
at her, not saying anything.  He didn't threaten her; he just sat there
grinning innocently.  In his eyes though, she could see he was pushing her
to hurry up.

   She reached around behind her, and took hold of the waistband of her
skirt from the back.  Making sure that Ito was still writing on the board,
she slowly pulled her skirt down.  Because she didn't have any underwear
on, her bare bottom started to slide into view.  She could hear the guys
behind her gulping as the crack of her bum slid out.  Even the boys sitting
in front took advantage of Ito's inattention to turn around, and watch her.

   With her bum already half uncovered, Chiaki bit her lip, and raised her
ass off her chair.  'Now what do I do?  If I pull my skirt down while I'm
crouching here like this, everyone will see.' Even though she'd more or
less resolved to go through with it, she had trouble getting up the nerve.
Suddenly, she felt the jab of a sharp pencil on her shoulder.  It was
Kazuhiko again urging her on.

   "OK, OK, I know," she whispered, glancing back at him.  At the end of
her nerves, she finally just thought 'to heck with it,' and pulled her
skirt straight down.  The skirt fell to around her knees, and her hips were
now naked.  Because she didn't have any panties on, there was now nothing
covering her lower body at all.  She sat back down, and pressed her legs
tightly together, but those behind her could see her bum, and some of the
boys in front could see her little triangle of black pubic hair.  Her desk
was the only thing blocking their view at all.

   Even the boys who couldn't see her directly looked excited as they
looked at her blushing face, and used their imaginations.  Feeling the
voltage in the classroom rising, Chiaki let go of her skirt, and covered up
her pussy and ass with her hands.  'I can't take much more of this.  I
can't,' she sobbed to herself.

   Suddenly, Kazuhiko started coughing, and soon everyone was joining in.
If Chiaki didn't do something fast, Ito would probably stop writing on the
board, and turn around to see what the fuss was all about.  Even if he did
turn around, he still probably wouldn't be able to see Chiaki's hips
because her desk was in the way.  But if he by chance decided to come down
off the dais...  just thinking of it gave Chiaki the shivers.  There was
nothing she could do now about her classmates looking, but she would do
anything to avoid letting any of her teachers see her like this.

   Hoping to get everyone to stop coughing, she lifted her hands away from
her privates.  The feeling of the air swirling around her bare midriff only
made her all the more aware of what a humiliating situation she was in. 
Her face was so red anyone who saw her might think she was burning up with
fever.  Doing her best to ignore the feeling of intense embarrassment that
was gripping her, she bent down, and gathered up her skirt from around her
ankles.  She quickly covered her pubic hair with her right hand, and then
passed the skirt back to Kazuhiko with her left.  She moved her hand back
to re-cover the crack of her bum.  Kazuhiko whispered in her ear.

   "Wow!  I never dreamed you'd actually go through with it.  You're a lot
braver than I thought.  How does it feel to be sitting in class half
naked?"

   She glanced back at him, and frowned.  'Brave?  You're the one who made
me do this!' She was so ashamed she couldn't stop her body from quivering.

   "Anyway, you'd better take some notes.  I wouldn't want you to fall
behind because of this."

   She shook her head.  There was no way she was going to move her hands.
If she did everyone would be able to see her.

   "Or do you want me to tell Ito you don't think his class is important
enough to keep notes?  He might get offended."

   Chiaki wanted to argue back, but instead she just bit her lip.

   "Oh by the way, if you don't get every last word up on the board there
down in your notebook, our deal is off."

   She raised her eyebrows.  'What?  What about my panties?'

   To be continued

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